frozenism

The frost has given everything a grey hue. When you look closer, the jagginess comes out.
It would have been a wondrous day, had I not heard that programme on radio 4 on food poisoning, chicken and paralysis. I am looking at the three breasts sealed in their plastic coffin, lying innocuously in front of me. Are you evil? I ask them. They do not answer.
What will I do next?